After exchanging contact information with Luo Diya, Chen Xuan and Honglian left the hospital room.
The moment they stepped outside, they saw Abigail leaning against the wall beside the door, apparently having waited for them for quite some time. Seeing them emerge, she smiled at them. "Shall we talk?"
It was still the same café where they had first met.
Still private room 204.
"It seems you really like this place," Chen Xuan teased.
Of course, this time was different in some ways. For instance, Reid had not come with her. Only the three of them sat in the delicate, elegant little room.
"It's close to the branch, and to be honest, the café owner is a friend of mine." Abigail replied with a curl of her lips. "If anything happens, he can help me cover it up."
So she could make this many expressions too. Chen Xuan had previously assumed that people from the Disciplinary Inspection Team wore poker faces wherever they went.
"Why did you go to the hospital?" Honglian asked suspiciously. "Were you watching us?"
"Wrongfully accused." Abigail spread her hands. "My reason for going to the hospital was the same as yours. At the time, I was still wondering which of the three injured patients might be Luo Diya. Then, while registering at the front desk, I saw your names on the visitor list and knew I wouldn't have to leave it to chance.
The two could not help exchanging glances.
"How did you know?" Honglian remained doubtful.
"When the Intelligence Unit inspected the Gospel Faction members' belongings, they found something suspicious." Abigail stirred the milk foam until it blended evenly into the coffee. "The intelligence showed that they had not tracked down Luo Diya through abilities or technology. Instead, it seemed as though she